Although Sanhu's intelligence is incomplete, he can still distinguish these bad guys who are targeting his brother-in-law.
He immediately stretched out his arms to drag Wen Yue onto his horse.
"Want to run!"
After the fierce battle until now, Cui Guangke refused to let people escape. Without Tu Shanjun's involvement, the imperial emissary flew over with his sword.
Sanhu sat down, the alien beast neighed, raised its legs, and lifted Sanhu out.
The momentum of the flying sword continued unabated, directly piercing the chest of the alien beast's horse.
Blood gushed out, the alien beast and horse vomited blood, and fell to the ground unable to hold their limbs.
Cui Guang threw out a talisman and refilled the incomplete formation with a ferocious look on his face: "You can't leave today."
Tushan Junkan stopped, he couldn't leave if Wen Yue had nothing to do.
Without him to contain Cui Guang, the situation would have been reversed.
"Damn."
Tang Wen got up from the ground, gritted his teeth, clenched his sword tightly, and looked at Sanhu.
The horse's hoof was very heavy, and he was already seriously injured and now he was naturally even worse. All this was because of this reckless man who broke in.
The horse with a trace of the blood of the alien beast died. The three tigers immediately became furious and rushed towards Cui Guang with a roar.
"Three Tigers."
Wen Yue wanted to hold San Hu back, but he himself was seriously injured. How could he hold San Hu back when he was so angry?
Before San Hu could rush over, Tang Wen stood in front of San Hu, with an angry look on his face, and raised his magic sword: "Die to me."
"Keng"
The long sword struck the large spear with a bowl-shaped mouth, directly cutting the iron spear into two halves.
The spear split into two pieces, and the three tigers each held one in each hand. They were not affected by the breakage of the weapons at all, and they were still attacking Tang Wen crazily.
Tang Wen also did not sit still and wait for death.
With the blessing of magic power, the long sword itself is a magic weapon, cutting through iron like clay.
The long spear turned into a short stick, and then was cut down again.
Sanhu simply threw the short stick in his hand directly, and the cuticles of his ghost hands suddenly increased, covering Sanhu's arms like two arm armors.
"A mere mortal!"
Tang Wen yelled.
He could see that even though Sanhu was very powerful, he was still a mortal, not even what mortals call innate.
No matter what if he was seriously injured, he could still kill the ordinary mortal in front of him who used the wrong method.
The long sword struck the cuticle, sinking deeply into it, and blood gushed out.
The ghost hand sucked the blood of the three tigers and the arm armor proliferated again, turning into a half-armor.
Although there was still no way to completely resist the attack of the magic weapon, Sanhu's fist also fell on Tang Wen, causing great damage to Tang Wen. Tang Wen, who was already in trouble, felt that Sanhu's power was getting stronger and stronger.
Big.
No, it's not that Sanhu's power is getting stronger, but that he is getting weaker.
how come?
Tang Wen glared angrily, he was a monk at the fifth level of qi training, an immortal master and an immortal as people called him. How could he die in the hands of a mortal?
He cannot be defeated, let alone die!
Hold the spiritual stone in your hand tightly and swallow the elixir.
But before he could digest it, Sanhu's fist had already fallen, and the ghost hand clenched his fist and hit him hard on the face.
The fist was so heavy that Tang Wen could hear the ghost roar in his mind, as if the evil ghost's shadow had reappeared in front of him.
One punch.
Another punch.
Until I can no longer open my eyes.
Sanhu roared, rode on Tang Wen's body, smashed his body into the soil, and beat him until his flesh and blood were bloody.
In just a short period of time, Tang Wen had taken in more air and released less air.
He looked at Sanhu's huge figure with his swollen one eye.
Until his death, he never thought that one day he would be beaten to death by a mortal.
"Junior brother."
Brother Compass shouted loudly.
Even if Tang Wen has any shortcomings or character flaws, he is still their junior brother.
Lin Hui, who was entangled by Zhu Lin and Zhao Shixian, wanted to throw away the evil spirits and come back for help. When he saw Junior Brother Tang die, he was shocked and furious and at the same time stuffed a scarlet elixir into his mouth.
Realizing that Tang Wen was dead and lifeless, Sanhu jumped up.
His body was also covered with wounds. The more blood there was, the stronger the ghost hand became. The inner energy in his body unconsciously moved according to the magic formula. This was something his brother-in-law taught him, and he would never forget it in his life.
He still has to wait to go back to eat candied haws.
My brother-in-law said.
"Roar!"
After killing Tang Wen, Sanhu's body was completely covered in black armor, and his body was seriously transformed into a ghost.
But he knew that this was power.
Now, the three tigers need strength.
Sanhu went straight to Cui Guang and Tushanjun. He wanted to kill the man who killed the horse.
He doesn't know what hatred is, nor does he know what revenge is. He just feels uncomfortable and angry, so he must kill that person.
"Kill you!"
In a few breaths, Sanhu had already rushed behind Cui Guang, and punched Cui Guang with a fist as big as a casserole.
Cui Guang swept across with his sword.
A sharp sword.
The armor in front of Sanhu's body was torn, and his ghostly body quickly repaired the injuries. The originally good flesh and blood had turned into a bluish-black color, and the black lines had completely penetrated the meridians, assimilating with the endless internal organs.
Sanhu's eyes were pitch black, with no white at all, and were crystal clear like black gems.
As the blood surges, the ghost body gets closer to the evil ghost, and the cuticle on the body completely becomes the armor to protect the three tigers.
Tu Shanjun didn't expect that the ghost hand could be so powerful, and it was even more vividly demonstrated in Sanhu's body.
I don't know if it's because Guishou is so powerful in the first place, or because the huge energy and blood of Sanhu made Guishou come alive.
Maybe a bit of both.
Now, Tushanjun seems to have really seen an opportunity to break the situation.
Sanhu didn't care about the wound on his chest at all, and wrapped his arms around Cui Guang.
"good chance."
Tu Shanjun immediately charged, aiming his one-armed ghost hand at Cui Guang's chest.
"ah!"
"Pfft."
The sharp ghost claws pierced Cui Guang's chest, but because Cui Guang twisted his body, the blow did not go through his heart, but grazed it.
This penetrating injury has already killed half of Cui Guang's life.
Cui Guang's pupils were bloodshot, he twisted his body hard and broke away.
He slashed Sanhu's neck with his backhand sword.
bass!
The heads of the three tigers were raised, and then they were thrown away and rolled away.
Wen Yue froze on the spot, feeling as cold as needles all over his body.
His eyes were about to burst, and he roared: "Three Tigers!!!"
He wanted to move, but fell directly to the ground. Regardless of the blood and pain, Wen Yue crawled to Sanhu's head.
His body trembled, his arms dared not fall down, and tears burst into his eyes.
Wen Yue carefully picked up Sanhu's head and cried loudly: "Three Tigers."
"Sister...husband, it hurts."
"It hurts."
Sanhu's last murmur rushed into Wen Yue's ears.
Wen Yue looked up to the sky and roared.
Crying, he wrapped Sanhu's head with a robe.
Wen Yue tore open the talisman, took out the candied haws with blood-stained hands, took out one and put it into Sanhu's mouth.
"It doesn't hurt anymore, be good."
"Sanhu, the pain will stop soon."
Dozens of Yin Soul Pills were stuffed into his mouth, and Wen Yue chewed them with big mouthfuls.
Wen Yue roared: "Master!!"
Trembling: "I want...I want them to die!"
"I want them dead."
"I want them to regret coming into this... world."
"ah!"
The screams resounded loudly.
The Yin Soul Pill gathered and exploded, turning into dozens of spiritual energy, eroding Wen Yue's body crazily, and his black hair suddenly turned into pale hair, withered and scattered.
The evil spirit exploded.
His white hair was flying wildly.
With full mana, the soul flag and hundreds of ghosts reappeared.
Wen Yue raised his palm and slapped his chest hard, spraying a large mouthful of blood on the soul flag.
Dharma is condensed.
Tushanjun recovered from his injuries and his broken arm grew back.
